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My ironic virtual con crud has progressed to the point of keeping me up at night coughing and sneezing when I get up in the afternoon. I have some fairly solid reasons for believing it not to be COVID-19, but have nonetheless put in a call to my PCP in order to warn them that my history with normal respiratory crud is quite bad and if I am not lucky I will be calling them later in the week about it. In the meantime, I am trying to procure more orange juice.
I want to write about so many things and I need to do my job and the state of my body is not helping. Nothing is interacting—physically—well in here. It's not new and I still hate it.
Have a nice thread about Jewish atheism and some smoking twelfth-century sunglasses.
I want to write about so many things and I need to do my job and the state of my body is not helping. Nothing is interacting—physically—well in here. It's not new and I still hate it.
Have a nice thread about Jewish atheism and some smoking twelfth-century sunglasses.